It was supposed to be a simple mission assigned by the jujutsu higher ups, where all you had to do was execute a single special grade curse.The old farts lied to you, they fucking sent you in a suicide mission that lead you to your end...almost atleast

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into damn years. There was one man who waited, and waited, and waited for who knows what. Satoru, an ally, a coworker, a friend...or more.

He sat along side your bed, staring deeply into your peaceful slumber. Although his blindfold may hide it, he's suffering...he can't take this anymore, can't wait any longer.

"Fucking idiot...I'll be right back you say, It'll be quick you say. Bullshit!" He yells, breath ragged and fists curled.

He chuckles, his jaw clenched. He hates you, hates you---he doesn't really.He's just a man, loosing his mind over you...He wants to scream at you, hurt you like you've hurt his heart, hug you, kiss you. Yet your not giving him the chance to.